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Roge Moore wrote:Käytän tilaisuuteni hyväksi koska 10 000. viesti wuhuu!

armi wrote:

Roge Moore wrote:Käytän tilaisuuteni hyväksi koska 10 000. viesti wuhuu!

rogehirviö söi aika monta tossa välissä

Roge Moore wrote:

armi wrote:

Roge Moore wrote:Käytän tilaisuuteni hyväksi koska 10 000. viesti wuhuu!

rogehirviö söi aika monta tossa välissä

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Suoraan ignoreen! wrote:

KÖNIG DER NACHT wrote:ei kyllä naurata yhtään toi isänmaalliset sinkut

Isänmaallinen sinkku:

Pete TNT wrote:

Suoraan ignoreen! wrote:

KÖNIG DER NACHT wrote:ei kyllä naurata yhtään toi isänmaalliset sinkut

Isänmaallinen sinkku:

Toi on kyllä Split EP

Aging Punk Loses Battle With Comfortable Clothes



TUCSON, AZ – Members of the Tucson punk scene were saddened earlier today, as local punk mainstay and style icon John “The Don” Bergeron lost his battle with comfortable clothing Sunday morning. He was 34.

“He fought. He really fought,” sniffled longtime friend Joey Staples. “Every time he finagled himself into his favorite pair of riveted, floss-sewn, bondage franken-pants, I could tell it took just a little bit more out of him.”

Friends and family discovered Bergeron succumbed to well-fitting clothes when he was seen in what appeared to be a pair of slim-fit slacks from Old Navy and a loose, knit sweater, an outfit which was not only sensible for the weather, but took less than 5 minutes to assemble.

“I get why everyone is sad. We all put a lot of time and hard work into sewing patches on my jackets and pants,” said Bergeron, displaying a full range of motion is his legs. “But it just became annoying. I sweat a lot more now for some reason, and those clothes were just so restrictive. Turns out wearing leather pants at the gym leads to a lot of chafing.”

Bergeron, whose legendary wardrobe once consisted of ratty, cheese-cloth-esque band shirts and a hybrid leather/denim jacket held together by industrial safety pins and Shoe-Goo, could feel his time in form-fitting clothing was drawing to an end for months.

“It started last year, when I was at Costco with my girlfriend and we walked by the sweatpants,” he said. “They were calling to me like… like if I just let go, I could finally be welcomed into the sweet relief of comfort.”

He is survived by his family, girlfriend Jenni, and a pair of calf-high pleather combat boots. Some left behind by Bergeron’s passing have expressed anger along with their grief.

“You think I want to wear all this shit? You see these Docs on my feet? I would rather be dead then put a Dr. Scholl’s insert in them,” said Staples, sweating heavily but refusing to remove his heavily studded jacket. “It’s a rad-as-shit burden. I just can’t believe he left us like this. Rest in piss — fucking sellout.”

UPDATE: A private ceremony will be held at the local clothing consignment. Bergeron’s family asks that those who wish to contribute consider a donation of used bondage and bullet belts.

http://thehardtimes.net/2016/02/06/agin ... e-clothes/

Ain' Sobolev rutisi: "Turvelo! Bosnia!" (11.1.93)

"Nosta kisu", huusin. "Assi, ole pässi, eli bailaa, kännää, kuse, palaa, toista matsi, ota alapesu, käännä kaalia." Bileissä peloissani suuhusi katson. (11.1.93)

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Mayhem peruttu wrote:

This 60-metre wheelchair ramp could make Britain great again

Wheelchair users rejoice! West Dunbartonshire council is here to turn us into the access capital of Europe



lare Lally only wanted her seven-year-old daughter, Katie, to be able to get out of their home safely. Katie uses a wheelchair but the local council – somewhat misunderstanding the concept of a wheelchair – had housed the family at the top of three flights of stairs. For two years, Lally campaigned for decent access for her daughter. What did her local council do? Move her to a ground level flat? No. Build a 60-metre steel ramp over the entire front garden at a cost of £40,000, which winds round for 10 levels from pavement to front door? Bingo!

"You want a ramp, I'll give you a ramp," seems to be the message from West Dunbartonshire council.

The council apparently told Lally that the giant ramp was the only option because of building regulations. Lally said: "It is a lot easier but I don't believe that the council weren't able to do something else. We weren't fighting for a massive steel ramp.

"There must have been a better solution. The council could have gone about the whole project in a more sensible way," she went on, fundamentally misunderstanding the joy of spending tens of thousands of pounds of public money on a cross between a fairground ride and the most terrifying steel construction this side of a post-apocalyptic warzone.



Clare Lally's house, before the installation of the world-leading access ramp. Photograph: Google/SWNS.com
Who are we to doubt West Dunbartonshire council's good intentions? Perhaps it took two years to construct. Perhaps someone at the council really likes ramps. Perhaps budget cuts mean a ramp that could injure someone and make more people need it seemed better from a cost-efficiency point of view. I have another theory.

In a world where Iain "I accidently wasted £140m of public money on a benefits system no one can use" Duncan Smith is the man responsible for disabled people's rights and dignity, West Dunbartonshire council are here to save us. Under their leadership, Britain could evolve into the access capital of Europe, a country that is just one giant row of connecting steel ramps, running one local authority to another. Clare's ramp is just the beginning.

The ramp – or, as I like to think of it, the first stage of Britain's egalitarian future – is so big that Clare can't see the bottom of it from her front window. You can, however, see it from space. So who's really losing out? That's for people with common sense to decide.

"We have waited so long for access and now we have got it," Clare understandably lamented. "But we need to have a gate at the bottom."

For God's sake, be careful what you wish for Clare! West Dunbartonshire council is currently sketching designs for one that touches the moon.

http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfre ... tain-great